Terry Dorsey

"8:45, that's when we got the page"

It was 9:15 pm.

I just stared at the cracked concrete floor, not sure what to  say.

The chaplain stood with me outside the garage, bathed in the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles--neighbors, peeking out their windows and concerned citizens stepping out onto their porches.

"It was a call for a fall..." He trailed off.

"Yeah."

I knew. My father had a bad heart, just like grandpa.

They loaded my father into the ambulance at 9:30.

The doctor told us at 10:00.



My parents had just bought a house--their first. They had signed the paper two weeks before.

This was the first week he had spent in his new home. He was 61 years old.


My dad died on July 16th, 2019. 10:00pm. You know death is always coming, but when it rears its head in your life... Nothing prepares you for that.

That's where we are now, unprepared. My mother is now financially responsible for everything; funeral costs, mortgage, still moving their home and the care of our special needs little brother.

My family can do a lot, but one of those things we struggle with is coming up with the huge sums of money to deal with the burden of our father's death.

I set a goal of $10,000.

Yeah that's a lot, right? No one tells you that when you die, your family is on the hook for thousands of dollars in funeral costs. Literally thousands. Right now, for us, that's just salt in the wound.

I don't expect much. I only hope I can collect enough to lessen the weight of this whole ordeal for my mother.


This is for her. Please give what you can.